What happens to love does it just dry up and blow away under the sun, on the ground, off in the wind when that tear drops and the screaming dies out where are you then does it really matter at all What happens to love when you shut the door… turn out the lights… walk away walk away, walk away, walk away when you step out side and you’re all alone no one’s there watching you any more What happens to love when the shutter snaps and you’re caught in the act of being the real you and it’s beautiful so beautiful the beautiful you that you never knew What happens to love when it grows up faster than you’re ready for it to do so fast, that you can’t hold it back no matter what you do What happens to love when it dies young no fault of its own lifeless so early all you can do is stand and stare in to its eyes so cold yet warm memories glisten as your heart fills your throat Love Is that reminder and it has no limits….